Cloudy Skies

a gray day greets them and there are no salutations returned except the growls of hungry bellies sighs crystalized by cold glances declining temperatures a home built for none housing three a stream of heat rises from the left corner and they gather a pair of twenty-something hands reach into a pocket with an old handmade star of aluminum foil and she can't find her way home ...ten miles from there a woman of different means a fully decorated apartment that smells of cinnamon and apples...sage, rosemary, and sweets...a barrage of music and tv travel from room to room...and on top of table positioned next to the decorated tree are photographs and one picture of three women the one in the middle holding a handmade star of aluminum foil